RvB Sandtrap, from the prompt list a while ago
She woke up with his mask in her hands, one of her arms stiff with pins and needles from being held underneath it, and condensation from her breath dotting the visor. She didn’t remember being curled like this when she fell asleep.
Love this. Love this so much in every possible way <3 Wash and CT and punching and helmets, you’ve got everything in this one fic and it’s glorious.
I love their fight. And I love how she gets a glimpse of the Wash she remembers. I love how they come together, desperately, out of a memory, and I love it when he doesn’t relax just because she’s there, when the illusion of the memory shatters so completely.
I love how she wakes up with his helmet.
And I love how it all ends.
I love this.
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